JEN GETS FOOD POISONING

Ugh, an inevitable part of being human and living in a world where we don't have to prepare our own food.  I was awoken this morning to the undeniable symptoms of what can only be food poisoning.  Yup, all of THOSE symptoms.  And after following up with the only people I shared meals with, it's been determined that the culprit is likely Friday's date night seafood dinner courtesy of Pappadeaux.

After indulging this weekend on shrimp, scallops, fried alligator, crawfish, and other culinary delights, I'm reduced to attempting to stomach the menu of the fine people at Campbell's, Gatorade, and the cracker factory.  The challenge at this point is going to be to keep the provisions from becoming sacrifices to the porcelain god (not to be construed as commentary on the quality of their fine products).

Thanks to Austin, however, my surroundings have been altered so as to make this as comfortable of a situation as possible.  Sick bay has been set up in the living room in front of our only TV, and all $9.00 of our Netflix monthly subscription is getting used to the last penny. 

So far, I've watched "Bill Cunningham New York" (an awesome documentary about a photographer I've never heard of but can't wait to research more), "The Business of Being Born" (an intriguing look into child birth in the US and a film that has me even more interested in researching midwifery when that time comes for Team Crunkasaurus - and simply fueling "eggy-ness," as Austin would put it), and the last 30 minutes or so of "Star Trek" (because sci-fi IS part of the healing process on sick days).

Now figuring out which movie to catch some late afternoon zzzz's to is about the most effort I plan on putting forth the rest of the day.  Any suggestions?  What are your favorite sick day movies?